Mysaria knew that he had to come up with something more substantial.
"I have some information here that may interest you. It concerns... the death of Queen Emma."
Redd's eyes suddenly condensed. "Say."
"The reason why Queen Emma died in childbirth was not entirely due to fate or physical reasons," Mysaria lowered his voice, "It was probably... caused by drugs."
Redd sat up slightly. "Evidence? Suspect?"
"There is no conclusive evidence," Mysaria said frankly, but the topic changed.
"But who is most likely to take the position of queen and replace Emma next is the most questionable."
When Redd heard this, he was silent at first, and then he clapped softly, with an expression that was half a smile but not a smile.
"Smart, very smart way of saying it."
He admired her astuteness, and these words not only demonstrated her insight (directly linking interests and motives),
It also retains a sense of mystery and guidance, obviously waiting for him to ask "who is it".
But Redd didn't follow her routine.
When the applause stopped, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a cold expression. "Thank you for the news,"
His tone was calm, "Now, you can get out."
Mysaria's face instantly turned pale, and his look of panic could not be concealed.
She didn't understand why the other party's attitude suddenly changed.
But soon, she realized that she had made a fatal mistake.
At the critical moment of asking for help and life and death, she was too self-righteous and pretended to be an "intelligence dealer" and "Daemon ex-lover".
Trying to use intelligence as a bargaining chip for equal transactions, even with a faint sense of superiority in controlling the rhythm.
She forgot her situation: a fugitive who was hunted by many forces and faced a precarious situation.
In front of a Dragon King who holds a giant dragon and has just conquered half of Essos, she has no qualifications to play such an unspoken game.
Several years of fame (as Daemon's secret assistant and lover) made her almost forget her original humbleness and danger.
When she understood this, all her reserve and calculation suddenly collapsed.
Without hesitation, she knelt down on the ground with a pop, her posture so humble that she was buried in the dust, her forehead almost touching the cold floor tiles.
"It's me... it's me who is stupid and doesn't understand the rules, and has offended His Highness!" Her voice was trembling, expressing fear and submission at the end of realizing the reality.
Redd looked down at her, like a giant dragon looking down at its prey. "You are very smart," he said slowly, with no warmth in his voice.
"But smart people often make the mistake of being too smart.
If you can't provide any evidence, it's just speculation about the queen's death.
Just based on a guess, you want me to bear the wrath of the king and Master of Ships for you?
Do you think I look like a fool?"
Mysaria lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head. "It's not completely unfounded!
Half a year ago, three bachelors from Oldtown arrived in King's Landing secretly. They are all famous for their expertise in developing special drugs.
The last person they saw... was Sir Otto·Hai Tarth.
Soon after, the three people died mysteriously, and their bodies were rotting and smelly when they were found.
And Sir Otto's daughter, Alicent·Hai Tarth, was responsible for taking care of the king and queen's daily life and diet at that time!
As long as... as long as we can open a gap from her, we will definitely find evidence!"
Oldtown's bachelor, Otto's knight, mysterious death, Alicent's job change... these clues are connected in series, and the direction is very clear.
Redd believes it a bit.
House Hightower, indeed has the motive (to make Alicent the queen), the opportunity (access to food), and the ability (to obtain medicine through Oldtown Citadel's relationship) to do this.
"Your intelligence and... sense of taste," Redd said in a slightly slower tone, "I admire you a little.
However, what I need is not a partner, but a subordinate who is 100% loyal and 100% obedient. Can you do it?"
Mysaria knows that this is the last chance and the only way to survive.
She raised her head, her face no longer showing any calculation or reserve, only complete surrender and desire to survive:
"I swear, Mysaria will only serve His Highness in this life until death!"
"Very good," Redd sat back in the chair, with a relaxed posture, but with an unquestionable command tone, "Climb over here."
Mysaria didn't hesitate at all.
She was really like a tame animal, using her knees and palms to crawl obediently and slowly to Redd's feet.
She knew exactly what to do next and no need to say anything more.
In Game of Thrones, intelligence is a bargaining chip, and so can your body sometimes, especially when you have nothing.
After a long time, Mysaria collapsed on the table almost exhausted, his clothes were disheveled, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were distracted.
Redd was adjusting his robe, and he had to admit that Daemon did have a unique vision in choosing women.
Mysaria's "hardworking" and "competent" left a deep impression on him.
"Listen," his voice returned to his usual calmness, "Next, your task is to keep an eye on Otto·hai Tarth and Alicent·hai Tarth.
Use all your channels and find the conclusive evidence I want as quickly as possible.
Prove to me that you are worthy of the protection I offer and the role of 'Ears'."
Mysaria It feels laborious to even move a finger, but the strong desire to survive and the new relationship just established based on absolute obedience,
Let her struggle to slide down from the table, almost falling down and kneeling in front of Redd again, her voice hoarse but firm. "One week... within one week, there will be news to report to His Highness."
Redd looked at her humble and tame appearance at the moment and nodded with satisfaction.
This is the attitude a useful tool should have. He waved his hand. "Go ahead. Remember, you only have one week."
Mysaria supported his limp body, saluted respectfully, and then quietly exited the room, blending into Red Keep's deep night again.
She is no longer Daemon's mistress, nor is she the information trafficker trying to maneuver around all parties.
From tonight on, she has only one identity - the eyes and sharp blade of Redd in the shadow of King's Landing.
And under Red Keep, the undercurrent about the death of the queen and the new round of battle for the queen will become even more turbulent and treacherous due to the prying eyes of this eye.
Before the embers of Queen Emma's funeral had completely cooled down, the power and desire within Red Keep had already begun to be rewoven.
King Viserys I quickly found new comfort and political sustenance amid the pain of losing his wife and the desire for a male heir--
The young, smart and caring Alicent Hai Tarth beside him has already taken care of his daily life.
In fact, the intimate relationship between Alicent and Viserys quietly began as early as Queen Emma's pregnancy.